Page 5 of Grace's Daddy

I swallow hard. “My pretend Daddy,” I whisper softly, surprised that I’m able to tell him.

He doesn’t even flinch. “That’s what I figured. That’s a lot of work. You basically have to be both parts even though one is imaginary.”

I nod. He’s right. He understands.

“How long have you been practicing age play, Little one?”

“Five years,” I admit.

“What do you do for a living?”

“I work for a surgical center. I make appointments or do intake for patients.”

He sits taller, grinning wide. “That’s so cool. And you do that from home?”

“Uh huh.”

“Now I’m even more impressed. You have an adult side of you who works at such an important job, and you’re able to turn her off and be Little when you’re not working.”

“Yes, Sir.” I relax a bit. He’s proud of me. No one is ever proud of me. He’s the first.

“Such a polite Little girl,” he praises. “How do you know so much about being Little?”

I shrug. “Books and the internet.”

“You must have been pretty young when you figured out you were Little.”

“Yeah.” I don’t offer him more. I’m not sure what I want to share. I’m not thinking clearly.

“Do you have family, Little one?”

I look down. “No, Sir.” I flinch. “I mean, I do. But I don’t talk to them. My parents are not good people. I left home when I turned eighteen. I haven’t spoken to them since.”

“I’m sorry. That’s hard. You’re so brave. You’ve been living on your own for a long time and keeping such a big secret. Do you have any girlfriends, sweet girl?”

I look at him. If heisa serial killer, I’ve given him all the ammunition he needs to murder me and dispose of my body. No one will ever be looking for me. I’ve confirmed it.

Eli sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m making you nervous. How about this? I have a friend named Tate who lives not far from here with his Little girl Sophia. They’re members of the Dungeon I was talking about. I bet you could use a friend who’s Little. How about if I arrange for you to meet them? No matter what happens between you and me, you’ll have met another Little girl you can be friends with. You could even join the club I belong to now that you know about it. You could go there with me or with Sophia if you decide you don’t like me.”

I gasp. If I decide I don’t like him? Is he on drugs? He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, and he’s a Daddy. I’m in love with him, and I just found this out like two minutes ago.

He cringes a bit. “I’m pressuring you.”

I shake my head. “No, you’re not. I’m just in shock.” It’s not as though he’s holding me hostage and now he’s going to rape me. Except for taking my hand in his to help me out of the closet, he hasn’t touched me. Oh, he did touch my hair. I liked it.

A knock at the door makes me nearly jump out of my skin.

“It’s the pizza, Little one.” He stands and hurries over to the door, opening it just far enough to take the box from the delivery guy and hand him a tip.

As soon as he shuts and locks the door, he heads for my attached kitchen. “Does your pretend Daddy let you eat in the living room?”

I giggle. “No. He’s pretty strict about that,” I joke as I slide off the edge of the sofa and follow Eli into my messy kitchen.

Eli sets the box on the counter. “Where are your plates, sweet girl?”

I point to one of the cabinets and bite my bottom lip while I wait for his reaction. I don’t have many things for adults. Why would I? No adult lives here.

Eli doesn’t say a word as he grabs two plastic plates. He opens the next cabinet to find a sippy cup and regular plastic cups. He pulls down one of each and nods toward the fridge. “Water or do you have something else you want to drink?”